For the first time in a while, Aaron Hotchner had told the BAU team to have the weekend off. He realised that they didn't need to be profilers to figure out why he was giving them the time off, but they didn't know who the reason that he was being generous was. Still, none of them complained and spent their weekend how they wanted to.

Ashley looked over at Aaron knowingly, hiding the smile that wanted to cross her face. She had been able to hide the small emotions from the team and from herself as they worked. It was apparent to Derek and Emily that she was slightly infatuated with the older agent, but they never assumed anything more. After all, it was Aaron Hotchner that made it quite clear about relationships within the bureau when they initially join the BAU.

The paperwork that had slowly mounted on Ashley's desk had somewhat disappeared over the course of the week, her work ethic had changed as she became more aware of what would be happening this weekend. She grabbed the last five files off her desk and walked them up to Aaron's office, knocking on the door and placing them on the desk.

"Thank you," he said softly, watching as she stood with her back to the doorway. "Do you have any plans for this weekend?" He asked, his voice feigning sarcasm. A small blush crept up Ashley's neck and she shook her head, a flirtatious smile touching her lips.

"No, just a weekend with me and my sweatpants, watching trashy action films," she tilted her head, watching Aaron's prominent features, "How about you, Sir?"

"I've got to go shopping for Jack's birthday present," he nods. "And then I'll be sitting at home with a book that Spencer lent me. Have a good weekend, Ashley," he let his lips curve slightly into a brief smile.

"You too, sir," she smiled and walked away from his office, knowing that in reality, she'd be doing something a lot more different than watching action films in her sweats.

A knock on the door, roused Ashley from her sleep. She groaned, and ran a hand through her hair. It was too early for house calls. She looked over at the clock and huffed – definitely too early at 4:23 in the morning. She padded to the door slowly, her FBI academy sweater wrapped around her tiny frame, she looked through the peep hole and frowned when she saw Aaron Hotchner standing in front of her, in a thin t-shirt and what Ashley assumed were pyjama pants. She didn't have much time to question the reasons why he had turned up to her house this early, looking as though he had just came from his bed, when his lips were pressed against hers softly, his hand stroking her face slowly and his body pressing against hers. He kicked the door shut slowly, never letting their bodies break contact as they kissed languidly.

It was Aaron that broke the kiss, a shallow gasp of air was taken from them both and Ashley looked up at him slowly, bewildered at how out of character Aaron was being. It wasn't like him to just show up in the middle of the night, without invitation.

"Couldn't stand the thought that you were all alone here," he whispered, running his hand down to her hip, tracing his thumb in small circles. "I couldn't sleep," he said honestly, letting his guard down in front of Ashley once more. He had never been this open with anyone – not even Haley. There was something about her, though: something that brought the caring side out that he had long forgotten about – the side of him that knew how to love, how to caress and, ultimately, how to smile. Ashley caressed his cheek softly; a smile touching her lips as Aaron covered her hand softly, rubbing his thumb against her knuckles softly.

"I'm not alone anymore, am I?" she breathed, kissing his cheek and leading him into the bedroom. "I could help with that not being able to sleep," she breathes, laying down on the bed and pulling him on top of her, ghosting her lips against his jaw, trailing down to his neck softly. His body shivered above hers as she moved her lips towards the sensitive spots she had discovered on his body.

Aaron arched against Ashley's delicate touches, keeping as much of his body against hers as he could. He kissed her desperately, a whimper escaping both their lips. His hands found their way to her hips, tracing small circles against her skin.

"I thought that I was helping you with sleep," she breathed against him, kissing his lips softly.

"Right now, this is all I want," he whispers.